Prosthetic Passion

Wanting You Beyond All Limitations

I truly don’t know when this started. Yet here I am trying to unlock that part of my brain that developed the strongest urge to be with a Prosthetic Passion.  Specifically, an arm amputee.

The thought of a smooth, long arm penetrating me quite literally weakens my knees. I can’t really pinpoint when I developed this attraction to disabled bodies. Yet here I am scouring the streets, lingering too long on Prosthetics or amputees. As I drift into daydreams of what the experience will be like, will feel like. Will he enjoy it? Or feel objectified? Only time will tell, I can tell you I have to have desire and disability. Some may call me a devotee of Prosthetic Passion.


As I walk into the coffee shop to pick up my pre-order because I’m running so late, I almost miss him. Tall, dark, handsome, salt and pepper hair, stunning blue eyes. Now, by all accounts, he has a strong build. Then the barista calls out my drink, not by name, but by the drink name. As I reach out, my hand is met with cold, hard metal.

I look down at a metal prosthetic. My eyes wander up to see the beautiful man it’s attached to. I blush, look away, embarrassed and shy, and try not to stare. He has everything I’m looking for: burning desire and disability. Once I saw him, I knew he would become an obsession. My Prosthetic Passion.

Prosthetic Passion Get Me so Wet

Finally, my day is over. As I walk inside, my mind is still replaying the beautifully damaged man I encountered earlier in the day. I walk through, not hungry, so I undress and hop in a shower. As my mind replays our encounter. Our eyes met, and I shied away as butterflies filled my chest. Then he smiles at me, apologizing for the mix-up. Even in the shower, I feel my face become flushed.

Inside my walls begin to flutter, as the swell. My pussy begins to get wet, almost like my mouth is watering, but lower. Then I hop out of the shower, trying to shake him from my memory. Yet I can’t, so I turn in bed. Until I can’t any longer. In fact, my attraction to disabled bodies and Prosthetic Passion is so strong, I have a stand in so to speak.

Next, I roll over to my nightstand, then grab my trusty fister dildo. Obviously, I lube it up nicely. Then I lift both legs up over my head. As I use both hands to slowly guide it inside of me. First, there was some resistance, so I used one hand to play with my clit. Still, I couldn’t get it past the thumb. So I grab my bottle of lube and pour it right in my pussy. Thinking of my Prosthetic Passion.

As I slide the toy up and down my lips my excitement builds. Finally, I reach my hole, sliding in and out. As I rotate the toy, plunging deeper each time.

Fully Stuffed

Finally, I feel the familiar pop as I get my toy past the wrist. Inch by inch, I feel the pressure build. While I’m fully stuffed, every bit of my hungry hole is filled. At this point, I’m seeing stars, between breaths and moans, twists and turns, my mind keeps imagining him. Finally, I climax in an explosion as my walls try to contract, but can’t because of how full I am. I collapse into my orgasm as I lower my legs and fall asleep with my toy still in me. Wanting my toy to be my Prosthetic Passion.

The next morning, I go back to the same coffee shop. Just my luck, he’s there. As we stand next to each other for whatever reason, I start talking. Meanwhile, he seems to have his mind on other things. Then I blurt out, “Do you find me attractive?” He looks shocked but says yes. So I go on a rant about desire and disability and my attraction to disabled bodies. Then, before I could stop myself. “In fact, I couldn’t sleep last night thinking of you, so I fucked myself to the thought of you until I had the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had”.

Now, why the fuck would I say that? To my surprise, he became much more interested after that. Neither of us had anywhere important to be, so we went back to my place. The moment we stepped through the door, we were climbing all over each other. He throws me to the bed, ripping my clothes off. Just what I needed from my Prosthetic Passion. Could you imagine this as a Forbidden Desire: A King’s Concubine? “So what is it with you, huh? You want me to fuck you with my arm?” He breathily asks.

My Prosthetic Passion Drives Me Crazy

In response, I moan yes. Next, he unfastens his prosthetic, which drove me wild now that I could see it. His huge, smooth forearm is long, girthy, and toned. As I lunge toward him, he uses his other arm to push me back.

He finally gets to his knees, using his hand to part my lips as he uses his saliva to thoroughly lubricate me. Then I feel it, it’s better than I imagined. As soon as it reaches my hole, I feel instant pressure, instant fullness as I try to accommodate the size. He uses his other hand to skillfully stretch my hole around his arm. Once he was inside, he began punching me deep inside. I couldn’t contain myself as I ripped at the sheets, moaning loudly. As he coaches me through it. I never thought my Prosthetic Passion would have me cum this hard.

“Good, you wanted to be stretched out right, well, here you have it. You have my arm inside your pussy you like the big arm deep inside you, don’t you? You feel me punching your cervix? I want to see how hard you came last night, cum for me”. His words drove me crazy.

Finally, I lost. I came so intensely as I squirted directly into his face. He keeps going, finally, after multiple orgasms, he’s satisfied with his work. While I’m more than satisfied having fulfilled my desire and disability. Call Me The Mistress of Phone Sex, and let me tell you all about my Prosthetic Passion today.

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